Lo'qui :: Jarath in Claiming The Crown

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Lo'qui & Jarath's Account of Claiming The Crown
Month 11, Day 27, Turn 2761, Late Morning, Clear Skies

Lo'qui :: Bronze Jarath

He hadn’t stalked his sister, but he had noticed her leave with the brown rider. The rider seemed like a fine man and he hoped he was better than his sister's last lover; he also hoped it was enough to keep her in Mavros until he could corner her alone to better apologize and talk about what had happened. He’d been thinking about this for the last seven-day, but never finding a moment where their schedules could overlap with free time. Whether it was drills, her candidate lessons, or she was just not found when he had a moment to look around for her – it seemed she either didn’t want to be found or perhaps she was keeping herself busy. With the brownrider perhaps?

The tall man sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked away toward the dining hall for a late breakfast. He’d been running a couple errands that he had volunteered to do, and hadn’t felt hungry. Thinking about Riasu didn’t help, either. Perhaps you could think of a pretty lady, instead. ‘Riasu is a pretty lady.’ No, the kind you can mate with. You are like a bronze, since you have me – you should find yourself a Gold, like Sularenth. Lo’qui rolled his eyes, rounding the corner, the dining halls in sight. He could feel his dragons intense interest, but tried to ignore it. Then he paused, realizing that the talk of ladies had not only been specific, but paired with a growing feeling in his gut that bled from the mental connection with his dragon.

He sighed and stopped. ‘I’m not going to get breakfast, am I?’ No, but you will have a pretty lady. I will catch her. He stiffened a little, the possessiveness for not just any green, and he went back to the earlier comments. He pursed his lips thoughtfully, closing his eyes and watching through his bronze for a moment as the great gold blooded her second beast. It only took a moment for him to realize that not only was it Sularenth, but that this would be the first gold to rise since Karredy had stepped down… Melana and hers would be Weyrwoman…and the one who caught her wouldn’t just produce another clutch for Mavros, but become a Weyrleader. His lips pursed tightly, his fingers drumming his thighs as he pulled himself from his dragon’s eyes, turning to walk toward the Melana’s weyr.

Melana was his friend, one of many he had started to make at Mavros. He also enjoyed the atmosphere of the Weyr, in contrast to Ierne where bronzes were put in unfavorable positions – he actually felt needed in the small misfit Weyr… and as okay as he was with becoming Weyrleader, in fact he had hoped as much in Ierne, he had hoped to have some time to settle before thrust into Weyrleader position. On top of that, he wasn’t sure he wanted the first time waking up with Melana to be because of dragon-lust. If he wanted a woman, he could do fine without it. Besides, he liked their friendship as it was at the moment, no need to complicate it, even if it was ‘just a flight’.

I will catch her. He swallowed at the determination in his dragon’s voice, the dragon clearly unhappy with his rider's lack of enthusiasm. He launched into the air, as if to flee the negativity, even before the gold had finished her fourth beast. He hovered and waited and then shot up after as she went. You only deserve the best, Sularenth! He broadcasted as she went, obviously meaning himself, his powerful wings pushing him in pursuit of the gold he had favored since arriving at Mavros. He wasn’t sure what his dragon saw in the sour beast, except that she was large for a gold, and powerful. She is the best. His dragon growled at him, but suddenly his normally confident dragon was confused... Lo’qui didn’t have to ask, he was with his bronze now, walking in flight sleep and now standing in Melana’s weyr. There was another glint of gold in the sky.

Jarath had banked late as Sularenth switched directions, but had still twisted his body – his lithe form was made for such flight compared to other bronzes. ‘Jarath, careful!’ I must stop her! I must protect them! Lo’qui wasn’t sure which ‘her’ he was talking about, but he noticed that Melana was just as distracted away from the other men that had shown up in her weyr as Sula was from her suitors. He followed her as Jarath did her dragon, and he only saw a shadow of the gold dragons colliding in his infused mind, catching Mel’s wrist as she lunged forward, tugging her back toward him – but she yanked it away and felt Jarath’s desperation as he had attempted to separate the golds.

‘Careful!’ He moaned inwardly, fear prickling his goosebumps as he inevitably thought of his father lost in between forever, he couldn’t lose his own dragon. I am careful! His dragon’s voice was bold and stubborn – and suddenly it was done. Lo’qui watched as a gold fell – both from far away and up with his dragon and then swallowed in between. A shiver ran over Lo’qui, but his dragon was instantaneously distracted and drawn to Sularenth as she pushed herself away and higher, continuing her flight. The keening and moment was lost at the sudden lust that doubled back and drove the dragons back to the flight. 

Lo'qui felt Jarath's pride at the Gold's clear choice as she moved toward him verbally and physically - only to have her suddenly snatched away. NO! Jarath's first wave of emotion was surprise that drowned Lo'qui and quickly burst into an anger he'd never felt from his dragon before. 

She chose me! The bronze bugled angrily as his prize was stolen from him - he had won, he had been chosen. As the bronze bugled his anger, Lo’qui’s outreached hand dropped and he let out a growl of his own, backing away and closing his eyes from his dragon’s frustration. He had chased golds before, he had lost before, but he had never felt this strongly of being cheated of what was his. I won! The bronze turned very suddenly, letting out a fierce snarl and scattering some of the smaller browns, surprising even a bronze with his sudden twist in the air.

Lo’qui couldn’t bring himself to disagree with his dragon, knowing it wouldn’t help to point out the obvious. He didn’t glance back, moving out of Melana’s Weyr and groaning at the mixed anger and frustration he was feeling. On the way to his Weyr he found a green rider that had burst out of her own Weyr, apparently she’d been trying to suppress the gold flight lust until that opportune moment for Lo’qui. He stooped into a first fiery firm kiss, his bronze’s anger coming through with a not so gentle bite on her lip. Most women were shorter than him, but this woman was a little shorter than average, so he picked her up and took her to his weyr, blinded by the flight lust and his own dragon’s frustration.